All Chapters of My ex-Luna came back for revenge: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Evelyn. “Aaarrrggghhh! Let me go!” I yelled as two men who held either of my hands attended to drag me off. They ignored me line inwasnt even a person that was trying to talk to them. Instead, they took turns to laugh at me one after the other lije I just said the most funny thing ever. Who were these people? The last thing I knew before I found myself here was the moment when Alpha Gaius asked me to hide inside the car while he went after the people who were firing against us. The next thing I knew was that someone banged the door of the car open. Here i co to d scream or get the attention of the Alpha, I was knocked out. Now I was awake and I found two men dragging me in the floor like I was some sort of animal. I wanted to tell myself that I knew who was in charge of this kidnapping, but I managed to refrain myself. For once, they were not trying to drag me back into the man's pack. If there was one thing I had come to realize, it was the fact that Alpha Cyrus was a man w

Evelyn. I heaved a sigh of relief when I finally noticed that my mate had realized the danger that lurked in front of him while he was trying to rush forward to save me. I was not going to let him fall into the traps these people had set up for him simply because of me. All through the night when I noticed that I was bring held hostage because they wanted to get him, my mind has bit being stabled. I knew that I would never forgive myself if anything happened to him. Even though I was expecting him to follow us and look for me, a small part of me still wished that he would not be around or try to look for me. After all, that was the only way to ensure that he was safe and out of harm's way. But he was here now despite all my wish and prayers to the moon goddess. Since he was here, I was going to see sure he went away in a piece and not two or many more. That meant that I had to do whatever it was that I could do to make that happen. I turned to Lolita, the woman who had acted a

Evelyn The cabin was silent except for the faint creak of wooden floorboards beneath my careful steps. My heart thundered in my chest as I eased the door closed behind me, the dim glow of the oil lamp casting eerie shadows across the room. I wasn’t supposed to be here. If they caught me, it wouldn’t just be an interrogation—it would be death. Yet, I couldn’t afford to fail. Not this time. The blueprint had to be here, tucked away in some drawer or hidden compartment. It was my only chance to figure out where all the traps were laid, the only way to ensure I could make it through their defenses and get what I came for. I started with the desk, my fingers brushing over the cold brass handles as I slid the drawers open, one by one. Empty. Empty. Stationery. A small knife. Nothing useful. I cursed under my breath and glanced over my shoulder, half-expecting to see someone standing in the doorway. But it was just me and the ghosts of my nerves. I moved to the shelves next, scanning throug

EvelynWhen I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Gaius. His face was smeared with dirt and streaked with what looked like blood, but it was his torn shirt and bruised arms that made my breath hitch. His broad shoulders rose and fell unevenly, and his golden eyes, which usually burned with a calm intensity, were now clouded with worry. I realized I was cradled in his arms, my head resting against his chest. His clothes were ripped and stained, and his skin bore fresh cuts that made my stomach churn. “Gaius,” I murmured, my voice barely more than a whisper. My throat felt raw, and my body ached as though I had been dragged through a battlefield. “What… what happened?” I struggled to remember, but my mind was a jumbled mess of fear and fragments. Flashes of Lolita’s face, her cruel smile, and the cold steel of her threat danced in my head. “Lolita… She said she’d kill me. And you—” My voice cracked as panic clawed its way up my throat. “Shh, Evelyn.” Alpha Gaius interrupted,

Evelyn The day started like any other, or at least it tried to. The sunlight streamed through my window, touching my skin in warm streaks, but it felt foreign, like it didn’t belong to me. I tried to focus on the usual routine—brushing my hair, choosing clothes, making coffee—but none of it felt real. The memories kept slipping into my mind, uninvited and sharp, like shards of glass. Lolita’s place. That night. The chaos. I didn’t want to think about it, but my mind betrayed me, playing it back like a film reel I couldn’t shut off. I could still feel the pulse of my anger, the burning in my chest, and the raw instinct that drove me to attack. My breathing quickened as the image of Gaius flashed through my mind—his eyes wide, not with anger, not even fear, but something far worse. Disappointment. The one thing I couldn’t bear. "Get it together," I muttered to myself, gripping the edge of the sink until my knuckles turned white. The words felt hollow. How could I get it together wh